Listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack on the way home the other day, I was oblivious to my surroundings. "Come What May" was playing and I was singing along: Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time. Funny enough as me singing is by itself, some hot guy pulled up next to me at a light, and I turned my head, ( Read more... )

I am in a perfectly romantic mood. Michele's lawn is frozen over, so Ori, MIchele, and I went "ice skating" on it. It felt, as Michele put it, euphoric. As you slide down the hill on the soles of your feet, you feel a bit of euphoria deep down. THe snow itself glittered under the light from her lampost and we sang Elephant Love Melody as we slid ( Read more... )